The young man waiting for the 10A next to me at Braddock Road Metro appears to be traveling alone. He wears baggy jeans, a Columbia jacket, and complicated facial hair. He watches another man walk by. “Seems like everyone has a limp these days,” he says to no one. (Note: I did not notice the second man limping.) “If he’s getting disability for that, I’m gonna be mad. ’Cause I can do that, too.”